**NOTE BEFORE READING: This is an extremely Christ-centered poem. If you have a great distaste for religious content in your poetry, do not read it. Thank you.**
To know God in His holiness
Could take on mortal’s toil,
And shroud Himself in lowliness
To trod on earthen soil,
To be tempted by the one
By whom He was most hated,
With the plan, as God the Son,
To save what He’d created,
To be hungry and tired and sad
As all at some point are,
So His understanding of man
Was not just from afar,
And know His final breath would be
Completing His great plan,
While hanging nailed upon a tree
As His blood fell on the sand…
I know all this, and ponder still,
Yet this tale I don’t dread.
There still is ink left on the quill,
And Jesus is not dead.
For this was just a passing phase,
His guard stone rolled away
And Jesus walked from His grave
As nature sang in praise
Nails, they were but stepping-stones,
And pain but a sensation
As He prepared heavenly homes
For all who’d choose salvation
There is no greater love
Than His which makes us free.
His love has now brought life
To sinners like you and me.
Gabriel to Earth 